the willingness to (do what it takes to) feel better.

Here’s irony in its purest form:  believing I’m not worthy of “me time”.  My life’s been nothing but “me time”.  Continue reading →

accept that it’s over.

It’s roughly been thirty days, so I’m dialing back the focus.  And not to get too puffy-chested, but I think Continue reading →

do what cha gotta.

Still suffering from the phantom job effect.  Checking an email account on my phone that no longer exists; catching myself Continue reading →

understanding only takes me so far.

How often I love to mix awareness with accomplishment!  Sure, I’m having eureka moments, but I’m staying in the tub.  Continue reading →

contact high.

I mean really, how isolated can you get?  It’s a serious question for me, because I believe I’d love to Continue reading →

again and again and again.

Like with any habit, good or bad, it takes a while for them to become ingrained.  I didn’t start off Continue reading →

it’s all conditional.

I gotta stop bundling up my gratitude with conditions and if-onlys.  Even the concept of “it would be nice if…” Continue reading →

dry turkey.

It’s that time of year again.  In small halls and church basements across the land, people are being grateful for Continue reading →